"The bold thief dared to kidnap Princess Yingjili. He is truly unforgivable."
After a group of patrolmen rushed over and set up a siege formation, they saw a fat middle-aged man with a mustache coming out.
This man was not wearing a hat, most of his hair was bald, there was no smile on his face, and he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.
He waved his folding fan and gave orders, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked very dignified.
When Yang Lin saw this posture, he immediately figured out some of his previous doubts.
Looking at the attire and the strength of the troops, it couldn't be anyone else but Huang Jingyun, the chief inspector of China's patrol unit who is now at the height of his power in Shanghai.
Legend has it that this fat man's hands and eyes could reach the sky.
Not only is he very comfortable with foreigners such as Britain, France, and Japan, but under normal circumstances, he obeys his words.
Moreover, this fat man was very capable. In the process of handling the case, he took advantage of his authority to recruit many counselors and thugs, and he had an unclear relationship with the Qing gang.
According to rumors, his reputation in the Qing Gang is so good that he can basically wear a pair of pants.
In other words, Chief Inspector Huang Jingyun can be said to be very good at both black and white in Shanghai. He has many people and guns under his command, and he has a wide range of people.
Princess Yingjili came to China to visit and was targeted and kidnapped. Of course, he was the one most likely to rescue her, and it could only be him.
This is another great achievement.
To save the little British princess, even the British royal family will owe him a huge favor.
'Sure enough, only he can solve these major cases involving foreign dignitaries...'
Yang Lin thought about it and understood what was going on.
If you are a local in this era, you may sigh that Inspector Huang is very clever and capable of doing things.
However, if you lift up the fog of history from another era and take a look at Inspector Huang, you will understand that many people have played this way in history, and most of them have achieved good results.
From ancient times to the present, this kind of dirty and shameless method has always been very useful.
For example, "raise the bandits to respect themselves", such as "collusion between officials and bandits", such as "bullying the superiors and concealing the inferiors", a series of double recitals, Detective Huang will definitely be lifted up.
With the change of status, more people can be protected...
Then, cover the sky with one hand.
Because of his good relations with foreigners, he could do things that the court could not do.
Things that various organizations cannot do are also requested to come to his door.
After all kinds of favors, no matter how shameless he is, he still has to give him some face.
Although this man looks like a Maitreya Buddha when he smiles, his methods are not as gentle as his appearance.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin knew that there was basically no need to talk much when facing this underground controller in Shanghai who was full of tricks.
Because he ruined his plan.
Enmity has been made.
The best "thief" is of course a dead "thief".
He had no doubt that the other party would call on the policemen to take action in the next moment.
There are more than a hundred people with long and short spears. Now I am standing on the open ground, and my flesh and blood body cannot stop the bullets. There is no chance of survival.
The only way is to hard top it.
Anyway, his pants have been torn, and he doesn’t care about a massacre, it just depends on who can’t hold on to his last breath.
"well said."
Yang Lin continued the fat man's words, but before he could continue to scold him, there was a loud shout immediately after.
"Russell is a man who cheated and cheated. He dared to collude with the northwest swordsmen and kidnap the princess... He also joined forces with gangsters to kill people. He deserves death and is unforgivable..."
At this time, he was practicing his internal organs for the first time. He exhaled a mouthful of frosty breath and covered his whole body. After drinking it, the sound was really shocking in the wilderness.
Everything inside and outside can be heard clearly.
Everyone's movements were stagnant.
Then, I saw his fingers tighten slightly, and there was a slight click.
The expression of joy on Russell's face when he suddenly escaped from death had not completely faded away before he tilted his body and slowly fell to the ground.
The seven orifices were bleeding and the throat bones were broken.
died.
"ah……"
Only then did Princess Marilyn realize that the young man beside her was not as submissive as the Chinese people she usually saw.
If you say kill, kill.
Does he really dare to kill, regardless of the identity of the person he kills? What will be the consequences of killing?
The previous Wen Yan banquet turned out to be all an illusion.
She couldn't help but stepped back.
The body trembled slightly.
This time it was not excitement, but fear.
Fatty Huang's face also turned livid, and the flesh on his face jumped a few times. He squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Very good, this is the first time I've seen someone kill someone in front of me, and he killed a foreign friend... …Ready, start…”
The patrolmen held their breath, waiting for an order to beat the poplar forest into a hornet's nest.
At this moment, a deafening gunshot suddenly rang out first.
Next to Huang Jingyun, a skinny old man who looked like he couldn't wake up from his sleep and kept smoking a cigarette with his head lowered suddenly moved.
The cigarette rod in his hand had become invisible at some point. A pair of skinny claws had already reached the fat man's shoulders and pulled him behind him at an extremely fast speed.
Whoosh...
The bullet passed by, leaving a thin line of blood on Huang Jingyun's cheek, and hit the willow tree behind him with a pop.
The beating caused sawdust to fly, and a fist-sized hole appeared.
Almost broke the tree.
Someone actually shot Huang Jingyun.
There was a huge chaos in the field, and even the formation could hardly be maintained.
Following the sharp gaze of the smoking old man, Wang Xiaoqiao got off the carriage and blew on the muzzle of the silver pistol in his hand, and the smoke gradually faded away.
"Chief Inspector Huang, these days, your old man is not being cared for in the mansion. Instead, you are running around and working hard in the wind and rain. Are you not afraid of hard work?"
"It's you...Wang Xiaoqiao."
Huang Jingyun was still in shock. He glanced at the old man Han Yan gratefully and did not dare to poke his head out. He just quietly hid behind the police officers and asked in a deep voice: "Are you also involved in this kidnapping case?"
"Inspector Huang was joking. We were rushing from Hangzhou to Shanghai. We were running all the way without stopping. How could we have time to participate in such an important case?
Didn’t Young Master Yang San just say that? If we hadn't taken action, Princess Marilyn would have fallen into the hands of tigers and wolves. "
As he spoke like this, the two guns in his hands kept turning around. When the muzzles stopped, they were always pointed in Huang Jingyun's direction intentionally or unintentionally, making people unable to relax for a moment.
However, Huang Jingyun did not dare to order his men to turn their guns and focus their fire on Wang Xiaoqiao.
Because he knew that this man was a well-known anarchist who only looked at his mood when he killed people, regardless of the consequences.
Moreover, he also had a Tongxinhui background. He seemed to be alone, with countless people standing behind him.
It really offended him to death. Maybe he would stare at me day and night. Even if he wasn't afraid, he would be annoyed to death.
The literati are not terrible, they are just very talkative.
For Huang Jingyun, it was just the same thing. Being offended was nothing more than attracting infamy, which didn't hurt at all.
The martial artist is not terrible. He has many powerful masters under his command. He can also indirectly mobilize Qing gang members or invite foreign troops to take action.
Warriors also pay great attention to the rules of the world and do things in a straightforward manner. If you really want to rely on your flesh and blood to compete with the huge power of his men, you will be seeking death.
However, someone like Wang Xiaoqiao, a night killer who is very skilled and never follows the rules but knows his way around, is a bit head-scratching.
You never know where a fatal bullet will come from.
Since his debut, this guy has been killing people and saving people. His shooting skills are getting more and more fierce, his skills are getting stronger, and most importantly, his courage is getting bigger and bigger.
In the past, he only targeted small forces and small officials.
Now, he has dared to challenge the Qing Gang head-on and targeted the Qing Gang's money bags. It seems that he is eyeing the cigarette business.
After a while, he will not be able to attack high-ranking officials, giants from all walks of life, and foreign nobles...
For such a person, if he can't break his face, he won't break his face.
If you really want to fight, you must kill him in one go.
However, this would offend the Tongxin Association, where Wang Xiaoqiao is not the only killer, there are countless guys who are not afraid of death.
The one who is horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the one who is stunned is afraid of losing his life.
And Wang Xiaoqiao just doesn't want his life.
